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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Fairy Tail or any of its characters.
Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me 'round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets amass with people
Would stop to hold their heads heavy.
"Stop hiding, Natsu!"
Lucy stomped around her house, infuriated. Natsu was hiding somewhere in her house, and it was making her paranoid. What if he peeked at her while she was taking a bath? No, there was no way she was doing anything until that flame-brain stopped hiding.
As she turned over every pillow in sight - pointlessly, that is to say, as Natsu would never ever hide behind a pillow and not be spotted - she said, "I saw your note! I know you're in here, Natsu!"
And then that got her - what if he wasn't in here? What if he wrote a note and then skipped away, just to get her paranoid and looking? That'd be something Natsu'd do. The idiot.
"Okay," breathed Lucy, "I'll count to three. If you're not out by three, I'm gonna - I'm gonna - something bad'll happen!"
She glanced around. Nobody popped out.
"One..."
"Two..."
"Three..."
Lucy prepared for a screech, for a 'haha I watched you be stupid there', for a 'why were you looking under the pillows?', for a 'I'm so hungry'...
She didn't get one.
Just when she thought that maybe Natsu actually did just pull a prank on her, a tuft of pink appeared. She spotted it, and then thought I've got you know, idiot, and then raced towards it.
"NaattSSUU!" she shrieked, pulling the tuft of pink. "You'd better explain yourself or else -!"
"'Scuse me, but you'd better explain yourself."
Lucy stopped pulling on the hair. Oh no. Oh no, she recognised that voice.
Her landlady, who was wearing a pink scarf.
Oh.
"Get. Off. My. Scarf," growled the ferocious monster. "It costed money, you know, and money is everything!"
"Oh," whispered Lucy simply, dropping the scarf. She stumbled back, and bowed. "I'm sorry."
"You'd better be. I'll let you off this time, but..." The landlady narrowed her eyes. "If you dare touch my precious clothing again, it'll be away with your house." At that, the landlady clomped out of the room, and then out of the house. Lucy sighed, relieved, and collapsed onto the ground.
Why the hell was she there anyway? she wondered, shuddering. Urgh. Weird thoughts.
The blonde shook away all her thoughts, and made her top priority a shower. She began taking off her top before...
"That was weird."
Lucy squealed, and pulled her shirt back down, turning around to face a pink-head idiot.
Natsu Dragneel.
Natsu Dragneel, standing there, in the middle of the room, his arms crossed and his stupid grin etched on his face.
"What the hell are you doing here? Just...just sauntering in like this is your house? Somebody could be undressing, you know!" Lucy scolded. Natsu shrugged, and scratched his head.
"I was hiding. You were meant to find me, but you know...took you long enough, so I went to see what was going on, and then she was here, and then stuff happened, and now I'm here," Nalu bluntly explained.
Lucy inhaled, trying to calm down. "And why were you hiding, Mr. Natsu Dragneel?"she hissed.
At that sentence, Natsu's face fell. His eyes lost their sparkle, and his smile slowly evolved into a frown.
"Well, hiding is a skill that everyone has," he began. "Right?"
Lucy nodded hesitantly, not sure where Natsu was going with this.
"But some people hide better then others, that's obviously, really true. Uh, like I'm better than you are." Natsu held up his hands defensively. "Uh, no offence."
Lucy snorted. Like she'd be offended by that.
Natsu carried on. "And some people are better seekers than others. Dragon slayers, for example, are good seekers cuz of their...smelly skills."
Lucy spluttered, "Smelly skills? Don't you mean their scent? They can smell a person from five miles away or something."
"Whatever," Natsu muttered, waving a dismissive hand. "But anyway. So I just made two points, yeah?"
"Yeah..."
"But even the greatest seekers can't find even the worst of hiders in, like, one condition." Natsu held up a finger, his eyebrows slanting downwards. "One condition only, and, like, it's really easy to come across, and, like, it can only ever happen once."
"Why?" Lucy asked, engrossed. This was getting exciting.
"Because," Natsu said simply, crossing his arms again.
"Why, Natsu?" Lucy persisted on, but Natsu wouldn't say.
"I don't wanna explain about that part," he said, "but I'll talk about the other bits. Basically, in that one condition, nobody can find the hider. No one. It's like, game over for the seekers. And the hider," Natsu added extremely quietly, so that Lucy wouldn't hear.
The blonde nodded, and then there was an awkward silence, before Lucy said, "So...is that it?"
"Pretty much, yeah," Natsu scratched his head once more. There was another silence, and again, Lucy broke it.
"So, where did you read this from? What made you...sorta...get this idea?"
Natsu glanced at her, smiling a sad smile. He turned around, and then said, "Dunno. Must've heard it from somewhere."
"Oh?" asked Lucy. She had spotted Natsu's sad smile, and she didn't understand why he looked so depressed.
"Yeah," murmured Natsu. Yeah, I did. I heard it off someone. I heard it off someone you know.
I heard it off you, your future self, while she was dying.
She told me, inside my heart.
She was dying.
Future
The sky was maroon, and the ground a deeper shade of it. Fire spread all over the town, and people ran around, sobbing, crying, wailing, a few over dead bodies of loved ones.
A scruffy, blonde-haired girl was kneeling, her face over a body. the body owned pink, spiky hair, and dark eyes, with a hint of emerald in them.
"Natsu, oh God, Natsu," rasped a nearby guy. He had deep blue hair, and was not wearing a top. His face was scarred and his eyes wide open. Next to him stood a blue-haired girl and an ivory-headed guy, who was slightly taller than everyone else. Both of their clothes were torn.
"Natsu? Is he asleep?" asked the blue-haired girl carelessly. The taller person shook his head, placing a hand gently on the blue-head's shoulder.
"Juvia," he began softly, "Natsu is...yes, he's asleep."
"Should we wake him up?"
"No, Juvia - listen to me." The taller person - Lyon - glanced over at Gray, the deep blue haired guy, who was now kneeling beside the blonde, Lucy, tears streaming down both of their faces.
Juvia naturally clasped her hands, holding them near to her heart. "Why - why is Gray crying?" she questioned quietly.
"Natsu's asleep, Juvia," mumbled Lyon. "And - and he's not going to awake. Ever."
It took a few blinks and tilts of the head before Juvia got what Lyon was trying to convey. Her eyes brimming with tears, she scurried over, and collapsed onto the floor, in-between Gray and Lucy. "Natsu's not waking up," whimpered Juvia, trying to keep her voice down. She didn't want to scar the blonde even more than she was now. Lucy's face was covered in tears, and they were dripping onto Natsu's hand. She was bent over his body, and holding his hand, like holding it would perhaps bring him back to life.
"Natsu isn't asleep," Lucy whispered. She had caught what Juvia had said, and was responding to it. "He isn't asleep."
"Lucy," began Gray, but the blonde cut him off.
"He's hiding," she said, her voice barely audible. "He's hiding, and not even the best of seekers can find him again."
"But he isn't hiding, Lucy," pointed out Juvia. "His c - um, body is right here."
Lucy shook her head. "Juvia," she croaked, "what were you going to use instead of body?"
"Sorry?"
"What had been replaced with body?" repeated Lucy. "Which word was it?"
Juvia blinked, and then said, "C-Corpse, but Lucy-."
Lucy muttered, her voice hoarse, "That's what this is. It isn't him - it isn't his soul, not his life. It is merely a corpse; merely a shell for what he was." Lucy lifted her head, and Gray saw that she was still crying, but smiling a sad, sad smile. It seemed lifeless.
"Natsu's hiding," Lucy said in a hushed tone, "and no one will ever find him again."
Gray faced the sky, and started swearing. Why was the war still raging? Why didn't it stop? Natsu's life had ended; why hadn't the world ended along with it?
Lucy fixated her gaze back on Natsu. "Natsu," she uttered, "you told me, ages ago, that once you hid in this one condition, no seeker, whether good or bad, would ever find you again. Is that true?"
When no one responded, Lucy leaned forward some more, until she was in range of the dragon slayer's ear. "Come back, Natsu," she pleaded, "and I'll play more games with you, and I'll take more jobs, and heck, you can even sleep in my bed. Just please, don't hide."
Only the raging war could be heard in response to that.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.
Oh my I feel so bad ;w; I'm sorry
x Indigo